It's late september and the air is unexpectedly warm, the sun smiles lazily on neat red brick and the uneven cobbles are littered with the dust of visiting footsteps. Towering Poplars tremble in the cooling breeze, silent witnesses to crimes so far removed from our sheltered security of freedom.
An uncomfortable wave of peace washes over; a cold paradox...
... a beautiful day in Auschwitz.
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